Well, I've been meaning to keep a regular journal all year, and, to an extent, I've been good at it, I just hate buying notebooks all the time. I'll keep one here starting today, instead and let it be personal and honest as always, I suppose (if not all that friendly).
Today I went to see the third installment of films in the Cremaster Cycle. This one, so far, was the most entertaining. It amazes me what this Barney character has managed to get away with on a budget of four million... I'm amazed the state of New York allowed it (guess they needed the fuckin' money, huh?). What these films represent to me is, in a nutshell, civilization. Civilization, more or less is nothing more than a series of complex mating rituals, which he uses the examples of beehives and human architecture for examples. The films are deliberately Freudian as all hell.
I'm very excited about four and five. The first two were very slow-moving, and I damn near fell asleep (save for some whacked out fucknut seated next to me who was either having an epileptic fit or a bad trip who I damn near punched out for acting like a spaz mid-flick). But they had interesting enough of a theme going to attract me to this one, which I'd already read alot about.
Even if you hate artsy-farsy shit (which would mean I hate you, peasant fuck) you'll love the destruction, chaos and gore.The funny bits are great as well. I laughed my ass off at this one. Don't bother buying any popcorn, though, you'll lose your appetite after the first five minutes.
I ran into my bandleader and partner in crime Pete Pinocchi upon entering the theatre. He was there with a girl named Erica he'd met on Friendster. Afterwards, we ate at Ruby Tuesday's and had humdrum conversation about the movie, our jobs, and our choices to be vegetarian.
It's wierd visiting Silver Spring. There used to be my favorite record store and a whole lot going on after midnight for food n' drink. Now it's just that new AFI theatre. Living there was a very depressing part of my life. I was on probation, couldn't do any drugs and lived with a bunch of fuckwits I had nothing in common with. All my friends had moved, I was always broke and my only escape from it all was work or the library. It looks pretty much the same as always there, now, only more renovated and suburban at times.
Pete and I have a radio show coming up on Uiversity of Maryland College Park's station (88.1) on the 29th at 6pm only I believe I'm going to have to program all my material ahead of time and not be present. I doubt the bastard scumfucks will let me have the day off work.
Today I went to see the third installment of films in the Cremaster Cycle. This one, so far, was the most entertaining. It amazes me what this Barney character has managed to get away with on a budget of four million... I'm amazed the state of New York allowed it (guess they needed the fuckin' money, huh?). What these films represent to me is, in a nutshell, civilization. Civilization, more or less is nothing more than a series of complex mating rituals, which he uses the examples of beehives and human architecture for examples. The films are deliberately Freudian as all hell.
I'm very excited about four and five. The first two were very slow-moving, and I damn near fell asleep (save for some whacked out fucknut seated next to me who was either having an epileptic fit or a bad trip who I damn near punched out for acting like a spaz mid-flick). But they had interesting enough of a theme going to attract me to this one, which I'd already read alot about.
Even if you hate artsy-farsy shit (which would mean I hate you, peasant fuck) you'll love the destruction, chaos and gore.The funny bits are great as well. I laughed my ass off at this one. Don't bother buying any popcorn, though, you'll lose your appetite after the first five minutes.
I ran into my bandleader and partner in crime Pete Pinocchi upon entering the theatre. He was there with a girl named Erica he'd met on Friendster. Afterwards, we ate at Ruby Tuesday's and had humdrum conversation about the movie, our jobs, and our choices to be vegetarian.
It's wierd visiting Silver Spring. There used to be my favorite record store and a whole lot going on after midnight for food n' drink. Now it's just that new AFI theatre. Living there was a very depressing part of my life. I was on probation, couldn't do any drugs and lived with a bunch of fuckwits I had nothing in common with. All my friends had moved, I was always broke and my only escape from it all was work or the library. It looks pretty much the same as always there, now, only more renovated and suburban at times.
Pete and I have a radio show coming up on Uiversity of Maryland College Park's station (88.1) on the 29th at 6pm only I believe I'm going to have to program all my material ahead of time and not be present. I doubt the bastard scumfucks will let me have the day off work.
Fad Gadget, Cop Shoot Cop, and Coil. Neat-o.